Little League by Ryan Skid Lyrics
[Intro]:
I was 12 years old
Just 12 years old
[Verse 1]:
12 years old, on my way to Little League practice
And every day a man stand by the road with a brown bag wavin' at us
Ask my pop what's he doin' that for? He said just somethin' to do
Think about that where else you know where you stand by the road just for somethin' to do?
Kinda place after 18 ya through
After school kids got no food
Don't ask the government to fix
They don't care about me they don't care about you
That's why you see my generation's always out here actin' reckless
If I read the Gazette in the morning lose my appetite for breakfast
Like extra extra read about it kids just ain't alright
Servin' or they tweakin when we catch 'em out at night
In the parking lot brother do you got a light?
Let me rip this shit one time it'll help me feel alright uh
[Chorus]:
12 years old I lost my mind
Well I know what'll get you right
We got ox, we got pipes
We got purp, we got white
Stand on this corner til we hit licks or til we see light
Morherfucker how bout it
And I stay ridin' 'round in the Dub
While I'm gettin' high gettin' screwed up
Servin' fries I swear to the Lord above
Finna start servin' that shit they shoot up
[Verse 2]:
Got that for the low motherfucker I'll buy it
Know you supply it
Fuckin' with them Westside boys don't try it
Go start a riot, used to lay low but now days it's hard to keep quiet
'Cuz nationwide we all disrespected
If it ain't snorted it gets injected
Everyone got someone affected
Number one place kids get neglected
I don't know what we expected look at Morrisey or the Manchins
I could name 'em all who's left then
Grab torches don't grab tissues
If you forget 'bout coal & pistols we'd have way better officials
Fuck a Koch brother there's no hope brother
Same sad story just a new issue
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]:
Got that for the low motherfucker I'll buy it
Uh, this little land of ours
Population under 50 thou 26 OD in 4 hours
But that's why we make this shit that bump
This a way to raise it up
And this a big fuck you to you and anyone you know that vote for Donald Trump
First of the month, time to get mine I know it
Can't go Jung and blow it
Carpe diem until you see him
In the ground I can't be another dead poet
I gotta hustle hard no other choice so if I end up on TV
It ain't at 5 o'clock and I'ma be shinin you won't see me
Stay ridin' 'round in the Dub
While I'm gettin' high gettin' screwed up
Servin' fries I swear to the Lord above
Finna start servin' that shit they shoot up
I was 12 years old
Just 12 years old
[Verse 1]:
12 years old, on my way to Little League practice
And every day a man stand by the road with a brown bag wavin' at us
Ask my pop what's he doin' that for? He said just somethin' to do
Think about that where else you know where you stand by the road just for somethin' to do?
Kinda place after 18 ya through
After school kids got no food
Don't ask the government to fix
They don't care about me they don't care about you
That's why you see my generation's always out here actin' reckless
If I read the Gazette in the morning lose my appetite for breakfast
Like extra extra read about it kids just ain't alright
Servin' or they tweakin when we catch 'em out at night
In the parking lot brother do you got a light?
Let me rip this shit one time it'll help me feel alright uh
[Chorus]:
12 years old I lost my mind
Well I know what'll get you right
We got ox, we got pipes
We got purp, we got white
Stand on this corner til we hit licks or til we see light
Morherfucker how bout it
And I stay ridin' 'round in the Dub
While I'm gettin' high gettin' screwed up
Servin' fries I swear to the Lord above
Finna start servin' that shit they shoot up
[Verse 2]:
Got that for the low motherfucker I'll buy it
Know you supply it
Fuckin' with them Westside boys don't try it
Go start a riot, used to lay low but now days it's hard to keep quiet
'Cuz nationwide we all disrespected
If it ain't snorted it gets injected
Everyone got someone affected
Number one place kids get neglected
I don't know what we expected look at Morrisey or the Manchins
I could name 'em all who's left then
Grab torches don't grab tissues
If you forget 'bout coal & pistols we'd have way better officials
Fuck a Koch brother there's no hope brother
Same sad story just a new issue
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]:
Got that for the low motherfucker I'll buy it
Uh, this little land of ours
Population under 50 thou 26 OD in 4 hours
But that's why we make this shit that bump
This a way to raise it up
And this a big fuck you to you and anyone you know that vote for Donald Trump
First of the month, time to get mine I know it
Can't go Jung and blow it
Carpe diem until you see him
In the ground I can't be another dead poet
I gotta hustle hard no other choice so if I end up on TV
It ain't at 5 o'clock and I'ma be shinin you won't see me
Stay ridin' 'round in the Dub
While I'm gettin' high gettin' screwed up
Servin' fries I swear to the Lord above
Finna start servin' that shit they shoot up